A Long Night's Journey Into Day
I'm at work. It's 5:30 a.m., not too early for me to be here, but when I have no pressing assignments, it's pretty strange to find myself sitting at a desk that's clear of work, pondering the universe. So I decided to journalize my thoughts, trite though they may be. This has been, as Spencer W. Kimball once described it, a "silent, sleepless night." I have been up since precisely 12:00 midnight, enjoying some rare mental and spiritual space, knowing somehow I would not get to sleep, but not getting upset or worried about the day ahead. I feel, in a strange way, more energized than usual. My mind feels free, confident, and relaxed. My attitude is one of illogical optimism. And I know why. I used to struggle with my sense of disempowerment, frustrated that I hadn't yet solved many of the major issues that have plagued me for what seems to be my entire life. I'm not talking about world hunger or peaceful coexistence. Scratch that - maybe I have been wor